Last night I received three delightful housewarming gifts, though I’ve been settled in my little apartment for seven months now. The gifts were in my favorite colors and harmonized with my shabby chic style.
First was a large framed picture of a rose. By large, I mean Georgia O’Keefe large. Two similar pictures ones grace my walls. This one was in a heavy, double-beveled brown frame. Dove gray flowers with light brown swirls backgrounded an off-center frame on frame, of a gray rose, fully opening its petals over the elegant arc of its stem.
Next was a small white flower stand, its graceful flaring legs topped by a seven by seven inch top. White just happens to be my accent color. Now, my CD player could rest on the flower stand, not the floor, while Johnny Cash’s rich baritone read me the New Testament as I cooked and cleaned each night. (Get your copy at http://www.christianbook.com/
Finally, was a conically-shaped silver glass. As I rotated the heavy weight in my hand, I saw not one scratch. The glass completed my little collection of silver bling at the end of the counter underneath the window. There, propped on an upturned brown wicker basket sat the Brighton clock a Florida friend had given me at my going away party. Next to that, was a running horse etched on a paper thin silver plate I’d made as a horse-crazy ten-year-old Girl Scout. The plate had been propped in a place of honor, in every home I had had for the last 43 years. Horses remind me of my Dad. The shiny silver glass drew my eye to that little touch of my Dad.
Had I asked for the gifts? No. Did I need any of them? No. My Sunday School class and fellow Prayer Team members had amply supplied, and then some, all I needed to set up housekeeping. But, you know, our loving Heavenly Father delights in giving us unexpected pleasures like sunsets, bargains, butterflies, and smiles from strangers when we feel low.
Decades earlier, one winter night my daughter and I had crept quietly outside and lovingly propped our much-used diminutive table-top Christmas tree against the dumpster. When we walked back two minutes later to add a box of Christmas decorations, the tree was gone. I can still feel the warmth that night as we just smiled at each other and went back inside.
Where did my mysterious gifts come from? Last night, when this Texas heat relented just a bit, I took the trash out. Propped against the dumpster stood the framed rose, leaning on the plant stand, with the silver glass on top. How grateful I am for the little things God does! I can almost hear Him whisper “My child, I see you right where you are. And I am always caring for you. I love you.”